I found a helpless woman in MY forest. She was impressed with me, for I am Skar; the Handsome!
She was loud and bothersome, but she was small and vicious. She tried to tell me her name, but I did not understand her words.
I shall call her Scrawny Fierce Woman, and I have decided that she must know how to fight, or learn how to dance.
The Moons have risen, the Hunt has begun. It cannot be stopped; I shall have her, because it pleases me to do so.
A'ho.
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A wild man and a wild woman find each other, I think we are all in for a interesting ride, a tale aching to be told and shared
Some of it, will be
Shoot sounds to me like a certain wild man better know how to dance, because this wild woman does indeed know how to fight…
We shall see, Scrawny Fierce Woman. We shall see
Yes we shall see you smelly big brute!
*blue green eyes reflecting the warmth of pack ice, turned to settle upon her face. Curling my right hand into a hammerlike fist I struck my chest, before grunting at her. "Skar!"